As I sit here in the other room I long to see you as I did once when you were far from here
I think that I miss your soft skin, your lips, your smile, and your spunk which I love and I fear
I fear only that your perfection will lure those more qualified as your suitor
Just know I will fight to suit you till the end, even if they are charming, well endowed, or cuter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem